Beside her cheek, Beiming Changfeng's heavy breath sprayed on her face, and her body full of masculine scent and conquest was right next to her.
The man, the man who would become her husband in the future, possessed her wildly, possessed her crazily, imprinting his traces and breath on her body.
Overbearing, too overbearing.
Ziyu turned his head and used his last strength to bite Beiming Changfeng on the side of his neck.
From now on, he will be my man, and I will leave my mark on him.
Bei Ming Changfeng's body stiffened, and he paused for a moment. Then, as if some switch had been touched, his whole body went crazy. The impact inside his body became wilder and crazier, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.
she.
This lion is crazy.
For a moment, Ziyu almost felt as if a fish was impaled on a branch and would be penetrated to death...
"Woooo..."
I don't know how long it took, but finally, with a wild growl, Ziyu fell asleep completely. Having sex with this man will kill you, ugh.
On the horizon, there is a faint white light before dawn, and the sound of roosters is heard.
Beiming Changfeng lowered his head and looked at the sleeping Ziyu beneath him. His lustful eyes narrowed comfortably, opened his mouth, and bit the back of Ziyu's neck: "Mine."
Mine, from the day you offended me.
The breeze rises and the morning light rises.
The sky outside is slowly getting brighter.
A red sun rises into the sky, spreading its enchantment toward people wantonly.
Shengjing, Zhenbei King’s power in Kyoto,
At the gate of the city, a carriage engraved with the word "Bei Ming", escorted by a group of soldiers, entered the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion in Shengjing. Princess Zhenbei and Beiming You returned home dusty.
In the back garden of the main courtyard of Zhenbei Palace, a rough figure was practicing sword practice inside.
The blade of the sword is sharp, and leaves fly and fall wherever it goes.
"Dad." Bei Mingyou stretched out his chubby hand and waved to the man. Then without waiting for a reply, he rubbed his eyes and imitated Bei Ming Changfeng's cold demeanor. He walked away with his little hands behind his back and his short legs.
.
"Who did this damn kid learn from?" The swordsman stopped and stared at Bei Minyou who was minding his own business, staring angrily.
With his rough face and eyes glaring like this, he didn't look like a king who ruled over the twenty-seven cities in the north of the town at all. Instead, he looked like a bandit, with a face full of gangsterism.
Bei Mingyou's mother-in-law, Princess Bei, was already a common sight. She walked to the stone table by the garden, poured a cup of tea and sat down to drink it slowly.
King Zhenbei, who looked about forty years old, wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked over to sit down: "How about that woman?"
Hearing this, Princess Zhenbei gave King Zhenbei a look: "That's your daughter-in-law, please speak tactfully."
King Zhenbei waved his hand nonchalantly: "How about you say it first?"
Princess Zhenbei put down the tea cup in her hand, and a smile appeared on her graceful face: "He is an eccentric child, and he is very suitable for our Changfeng."
"Oh?" King Zhenbei showed a hint of interest in his eyes: "I hear what you mean, are you satisfied?"
"Satisfied." Princess Zhenbei nodded: "Innocent background, clean character, good manners, capable of both ruthlessness and softness, which can just make up for Changfeng's strong temper. They are a perfect match. What's more important is..."
The Princess of Zhenbei raised her head and glanced at the King of Zhenbei, and the smile on her face turned serious.